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Soul-Sick
Too many lives
left behind
to be brought to this point
upon the trail of dust and bones;
death in the wake,
but only a death of the body,
yet what becomes of the soul
when the world makes it feel
insignificant
With so many changes
born witness,
so much pain and sorrow,
and yet when one no longer belongs
what is to be done
There must still be a calling
to lure the soul back into body
but this currant state of being
so miniscule compared to
what had once been
A longing for a place
that can never be returned to,
a world that was worth so much more,
such things praised today
eat away at the soul
that still remembers
Remembers a time of meaning
those who exalt the shallow glories
of today are those who forgot
or never knew the power that once
sung true
When every rock and river was sacred
the trees wise teachers
when man knew how to be grateful
for a life that was not by birth-right due
but earned in every act
How could any soul
that once remembered these bygone
days of yesteryear
truly be content
in a world
where all meaning is forgotten.
4:41 PM - 8/14/2008 -
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